drawing with the real life image.
This i s hopeless.
“I have no idea what’s what,” I finally announce.
Mason grins at me. “Need some help?”
“No…” I look back at the skull and bite my lip. “Okay, yes.”
Mason expertly points out the different cranial nerves to me, starting with the olfactory nerve and ending with the hypoglossal nerve. We just started learning the cranial nerves yesterday and already Mason knows it like the back of his hand. What’s with him? How does he master the material so quickly? He’s some kind of insane anatomy genius.
“There’s a mnemonic for remembering the twelve cranial nerves,” he says. “Ooh Ooh Ooh, To Touch And Feel Vinnie’s Girlfriend’s Vagina. Ah, Heaven.”
“Do you mind?” Rachel speaks up irritably. She’s helping Ginny dissect the right side of the neck, but she still manages to flash Mason a disgusted expression. “I’m sure there’s a way to remember the cranial nerves that doesn’t involve fingering a woman.”
Mason looks like he’ s about to tell Rachel off, but Abe interrupts by coming up behind me and kissing me gently on the neck.
“Yeah, stop talking dirty to my girl, Mason,” he says with a grin.
“No kissing in lab,” Rachel snaps. “God, you two are going to make me vomit.”
Rachel’ s right for a change. Abe being a little affectionate in the anatomy lab doesn’t bother me so much, but I really don’t like it when he surprised me with a box of chocolates in here. “There’s a time and a place, Abe!” I said as I took the chocolates from my apologetic boyfriend and tossed them in the trash. Seriously, ew.
But I don’t really blame him. He’s trying so hard to impress me that sometimes he just goes a little too far.
_____
The second anatomy exam is much less painful than the first, and I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t thanks to studying with Abe. It makes me feel a bit like a loser that it took Seth’s tutoring to get me through pre-med courses in college, and now Abe is carrying me through anatomy.
“I think I’m holding you back,” I sometimes say to Abe when I’m feeling especially guilty.
“No way,” Abe insists. “I learn the material better when I go over it with you.”
It could be tru e, although I suspect he’d help me even if it weren’t.
This time I wait until the grades are posted rather than stalking Dr. Conlon in his office. I make Abe come with me for moral support, although he’s oddly uninterested in his own grade. The grades are listed on a piece of paper by our mailboxes, although thankfully our names aren’t used. We each have a five-digit ID number to locate our grades. I scan the list until I find my ID number, then let out a little involuntary squeal when I see my grade: seventy-six.
That’s a Pass! Not even a Low Pass! It’s a bona fide Pass!
I throw my arms around Abe, an action that might have knocked down a smaller man. But Abe just laughs and hugs me back. Then it turns into at least a minute of making out. When we finally separate, I cry, “I passed!”
“I figured that much,” he says with a grin.
“Not even a Low Pass,” I say proudly. Although I feel a little silly for being proud of what is essentially a C. “How did you do?”
I assumed he’d have done better than me, so I was prepared for that. What I wasn’t prepared for is the confused expression on his face.
“Oh,” he says. “I guess I should check.”
What the hell? How could we be standing a foot away from our midterm grades, but he didn’t even bother to look at his own grade?
“A 91 ,” Abe announces. He shrugs. “Pretty good, I guess.”
“Pretty good?” I repeat, astonished. “Abe, that’s awesome ! That’s Honors.”
“Yeah,” he says and allows himself the tiniest of smiles. Although I can see in his eyes that he truly doesn’t care.
And that is just super weird , folks.
Chapter 15
Although I’d been looking forward to Thanksgiving break as a
This i s hopeless.
“I have no idea what’s what,” I finally announce.
Mason grins at me. “Need some help?”
“No…” I look back at the skull and bite my lip. “Okay, yes.”
Mason expertly points out the different cranial nerves to me, starting with the olfactory nerve and ending with the hypoglossal nerve. We just started learning the cranial nerves yesterday and already Mason knows it like the back of his hand. What’s with him? How does he master the material so quickly? He’s some kind of insane anatomy genius.
“There’s a mnemonic for remembering the twelve cranial nerves,” he says. “Ooh Ooh Ooh, To Touch And Feel Vinnie’s Girlfriend’s Vagina. Ah, Heaven.”
“Do you mind?” Rachel speaks up irritably. She’s helping Ginny dissect the right side of the neck, but she still manages to flash Mason a disgusted expression. “I’m sure there’s a way to remember the cranial nerves that doesn’t involve fingering a woman.”
Mason looks like he’ s about to tell Rachel off, but Abe interrupts by coming up behind me and kissing me gently on the neck.
“Yeah, stop talking dirty to my girl, Mason,” he says with a grin.
“No kissing in lab,” Rachel snaps. “God, you two are going to make me vomit.”
Rachel’ s right for a change. Abe being a little affectionate in the anatomy lab doesn’t bother me so much, but I really don’t like it when he surprised me with a box of chocolates in here. “There’s a time and a place, Abe!” I said as I took the chocolates from my apologetic boyfriend and tossed them in the trash. Seriously, ew.
But I don’t really blame him. He’s trying so hard to impress me that sometimes he just goes a little too far.
_____
The second anatomy exam is much less painful than the first, and I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t thanks to studying with Abe. It makes me feel a bit like a loser that it took Seth’s tutoring to get me through pre-med courses in college, and now Abe is carrying me through anatomy.
“I think I’m holding you back,” I sometimes say to Abe when I’m feeling especially guilty.
“No way,” Abe insists. “I learn the material better when I go over it with you.”
It could be tru e, although I suspect he’d help me even if it weren’t.
This time I wait until the grades are posted rather than stalking Dr. Conlon in his office. I make Abe come with me for moral support, although he’s oddly uninterested in his own grade. The grades are listed on a piece of paper by our mailboxes, although thankfully our names aren’t used. We each have a five-digit ID number to locate our grades. I scan the list until I find my ID number, then let out a little involuntary squeal when I see my grade: seventy-six.
That’s a Pass! Not even a Low Pass! It’s a bona fide Pass!
I throw my arms around Abe, an action that might have knocked down a smaller man. But Abe just laughs and hugs me back. Then it turns into at least a minute of making out. When we finally separate, I cry, “I passed!”
“I figured that much,” he says with a grin.
“Not even a Low Pass,” I say proudly. Although I feel a little silly for being proud of what is essentially a C. “How did you do?”
I assumed he’d have done better than me, so I was prepared for that. What I wasn’t prepared for is the confused expression on his face.
“Oh,” he says. “I guess I should check.”
What the hell? How could we be standing a foot away from our midterm grades, but he didn’t even bother to look at his own grade?
“A 91 ,” Abe announces. He shrugs. “Pretty good, I guess.”
“Pretty good?” I repeat, astonished. “Abe, that’s awesome ! That’s Honors.”
“Yeah,” he says and allows himself the tiniest of smiles. Although I can see in his eyes that he truly doesn’t care.
And that is just super weird , folks.
Chapter 15
Although I’d been looking forward to Thanksgiving break as a
Similar Books
